THE PLAYERS:
Glenn
Dave (AKA Fuller)
 

I walked into the classroom, and saw a vandagraph
generator. I really like vandagraph genrators.
They were "shocking," no pun intended. I just hope
they were DC, not AC. Mr. Banks would like to
thank you for helping him," I said, "Because I do too."
I looked at Mr. Banks, and he suddenly, unexpectedly,
ripped off his mask, like in Mission: Impossible, and
it was Mr. DeGennaro en cognito. What is this world coming
to? I thought, but I could think of no
answer. Meanwhile, Mr. DeGennaro took a gun out
and ripped off his mask, like in M:I 2, and it
was Mrs. James, trying to punish criminals
by taking their testicles and cutting them
off while the criminals hanged by their toes.
And placed in a burlap sack and beaten vitriocally
with a hickory writhe. And shocked by vandagraph generators
and anally raped by Mr. Banks, who was glad
to oblige. Yes, Mrs. James sure went to town.
Soon there was mass hysteria, rioting in the streets,
and human sacrifice. Things weren't pleasant in Pleasantville.
Nope. Certainly not. It certainly wasn't
pleasant. I would agree, not pleasant.
Any-hoo, Yogesh Patel got his come-uppance
in 6th grade. Then Mr. Banks rifing DeGennaro's TI-83 graphing
calculator down the lane was the
last thing I saw before i came to my senses and woke up.
I was awakened by somw weird sounds of
Glenn's strangling spree. The sounds of
death echoed throughout my mind. I couldn't take it
anymore. I decided to do something about it, and I contacted
the Bull Mose ticket, the winning team, because
if I didn't, I'd hate children and the Irish.